usually it's been awhile.
you try to make it last
dancing with a crystalline maiden
and every other finer substance
lace clad, lips lingering over
all the right places
everything twisted, gently
to shape
and to taste
the fire is the process
and the result
that’s what I remember
the smoke and the mirrors
you know,
it’s been a while
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Well done. Yet sadly I understand this poem all too well.
Ick! Sounds like you're talking about one of those vapid, pretty girls. Trust me; real women are MUCH better & less hassle, even if they're not the height of eye candy!
You were snogging.
Cor!
Sounds like you need a friend. a close personal friend.
hope that changes fast Sandy
Hi Eric,
dropped over from the Periphery. You need to submit some of your work to Every Day Poets. Nice stuff!
Reads like the shadowy return of an unwanted addiction
That was quite bittersweet, longing, forlornly...
Memories, they last, if we treasure them right.
Bittersweet is indeed the perfect word. You are always lucky to have such poignant and vivid memories... even if they make the time between seem that much starker.
"it’s been a while" sounds like a good thing here...
Ditto to Ultra Toast Mosha God's comment. ;) There's a depth to this poem that reaches out, from a memory of difficult times. There's a seriousness to it that I appreciate. Thank you for sharing this.
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